Shut The Door ft. Luh Walo Lyrics

Shit ain't been alright since she died

Everything changed something

I can't lie the kid is traumatized

If you seen the world in my eyes

You will see the fakeness in disguise

Tired of people telling me lies

They can't say a thing because I tried

My heart been broke I can't even lie that shit got to me, damn

My mama said that she is proud of me, damn

It got to a point I catch all my fam at all

Fuck it we ball

Take yo lil bitch to mall

If she want the bag then she get the store

Can't even mad because she gave me the throat

I know some niggas that lied to me told me they got me but they didn't have me

How the hell you taking credit for my talent when having one mama ain't having

But she had me so I'm happy

If I say I gotchu make it happen and when she died can't lie that was tragic

I titled this pain I express in my rapping

I'll give you anything for real

Even a wedding ring if you real

I'm coldest out they catching chills

Selling em' pounds knowing how that feel

Sometimes pray to god to get the wheel

And I pray to god to get a pill

My brotha in prison he ain't getting out

I'm trying my hardest make it out the south

Balenci my drip Siaka

My partner score on your bih like Siakam

Yeah you can score on the kid imma block em'

I ain't in the sky imma ride wit my choppa

I look through you I know what you going through

You don't gotta lie to me lie to your honor

Now these hundreds I'm thumbing

Whenever you call just know that I'm coming

Yeah I'm coming

Yeah, look at the these hundreds I'm thrumming

Give him ball he gonna fumble

Remember the times we was scaping the pots and the pans, thank god we made it out of the struggle

Beat on my chest I'm the king of the jungle

We some boys that turned in man but in reality that was some real life hustle, man life is puzzle

My brother was 15 when he him a baby

Life is to crazy could've had me a lady

Thoughts of a ring but you blew it

You fucked wit my slime but that's thing you knew what you was doing

Fuck all them bitches that had you influenced

I know I ain't perfect you lucky I'm human

Just brought me ticket I flew out to Houston

Just hoping my presents don't make you feel ruined

Gucci, channel, and Prada

Said you was proud of me, but my nigga you doubted me

Say you opp but you follow me

I fucked on your bestie yeah she be quick to come swallow me

I know some Niggas that come wit that perjury

She be running to my dick wit some of that urgency

What's the emergency

Say I touching your soul that's eternity

Say they heard of me

Shut the door, shut the door

Shut the door and I bet they gonna come back

I can not let you in you a rag rat

All of your friends on my dick they gonna fuck that

What is the problem

Shut the door and I bet they gonna run back

Shut the door, shut the door